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from: marcus song written: saturday, 9:07 a.m. A lone in the bathroom, feeling helpless as my kids cried. I'd just had to flush ruddy, our beloved betta fish, down the toilet.
on a cold, bleak winter day in 1998, that was the final sad result of the first betta fish i'd bought.
it shouldn't have ended up that way. I remember the first time i went into a pet store and saw that majestic looking betta, bright red with flowing fins, crammed into a tiny little plastic cup .
there wasn't enough room for him to swim. Heck, he couldn't even move. Nor could he even spread out those amazing fins.
so i decided i had to buy that noble fish. I had to save his life and give him the happiness he deserved after being treated so cruelly by the pet store .
but only a few months after taking him home, i failed. It seemed like even though i did everything i thought i should, my betta still died.
i tried again with other bettas. They did okay (living average lifespans), but it seemed like there would always be something wrong with them . A betta would stop eating for days. The next week another betta's beautiful fins would split... And then never heal... No matter what i did.
then there would be the persistent fin rot popping up on my fish. I kept their water insanely clean. I treated them like pampered royalty, catering to all their wants. I followed all the instructions i could.
but still, there was always something. I got so tired of it. ...read more detail
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